I`m not ha_ _y today.
No I`m quite sad and u_set
Sitting here with my cold sou_ and an old s_oon.
I have s_ent too much money,and feel _oor.
I have not _earls or diamonds,that`s not why I`m sad and u_set.
As I sit here with my su_ _ er and my cold sou_,
thinking about what I do without my _?
Dreams returns to ha_ _y days, when I _layed _iano
and had _eace in my mind.
What shall I do without my _ ?
_ is im_ortant in my life.
I`ve lost my _,I can no longer wish to you:Ha_ _y birthday
Have a ha_ _y weekend
Ha_ _ y for you.
Ha_ _ y to see you
Ha _ _y new year ..........
I do not want _iano,_earl or diamonds.... I want my _ back.
05.01.2012
A-L Andresen :)

Rolling through a bloody mess,
my master died alone no less.
His mercy was indeed a lie,
he said I lived but now will die.
His hand was swift with a mighty stroke,
within a thought my life was broke.
Oh how I lived, and he knew not,
but now I lay...my life to rot.
No foot, nor hand could move a limb,
Three days old and no sign of him.
And then he came at my wits end,
With strength alone I cant defend.
He lift me up and broke my jaw,
Just to laugh as I hit the floor.
He took a blade and made a fist,
stabbed his flesh, his vein, his wrist.
Now you're dead and now you're mine,
drink from me and you'll be fine.
I could not stand my masters site,
I killed him quick with my own bite.

I needed some time, some space to think
And it was either take a walk or drink
And since I knew drinking would solve nothing
I put on my shoes and I started walking
The wind blew the chilly air
Through my unkempt locks of hair,
But I hardly felt the biting cold,
Walking with memories warm in my soul
The street was dark, cold and silent
It was funny the places where my mind went
While I slowly walked across the blacktop road
No destination in mind where I would go
It's funny the things you will remember
I recall a day in mid-December
And how suddenly, nothing seemed the same
After that man at the door called my name
I followed him into a secluded office
Where he would tell me his diagnosis
And suddenly I felt my beating heart
But the rest of the world had just stopped
I felt a hand in mine get tighter
I don't think the room could have been quieter
I shook my head in total disbelief
Too numb to feel anything, even grief
The question asked, "What does this mean?"
But the answer didn't mean anything
My head too fuzzy, my thoughts too jumbled
I turned to my love to speak, but mumbled
I don't remember what else he said
Because of the swirling thoughts in my head
It took three days before I could even think
Which led me to tonight: walk or drink
So I walked and I thought and I truly remembered
Dreams of the past, love treasured forever
Friendship and laughter, sorrow and pain
As though I was reliving my life over again
Little things that I'd sorely taken for granted
Things that didn't happen the way that I planned it
Promises made and ones that were broken
Love that was shared, love still unspoken
The frosty air filled me with a sense of renewal
Inside my soul was fighting a duel
The angel, the devil, both battling demons
Inside of myself I fought to redeem them
I don't know who won the ethereal battle
And I'm not sure right now it even matters
Where once I believed everything for a reason
I'm finding that harder and harder to believe in

Here’s what I’m thinking now
at the end of the world:
There are no atheists in foxholes—
no theists in politics.
If knowledge is power,
and power corrupts,
then why did I bother reading you, Cicero?
Does it matter that I didn't’t love you?
Would it have mattered if I did?
There’s a poetry reading tonight
whence I’I'll chide other poets
who don’t sit alone.
I won’t bring up death
but I might have to breathe,
even into a mike
and mouth lines to get a snap or a boo
maybe even a wince or two.
Just maybe I’I'll talk about love
and how following your heart is like following a dog—
it only leads to vittles and (female dogs).
But how many times have I used that line
since the story I wrote about you,
a witty and sexy and fictional you?
Most likely I’I'll read something tonight about you.
I won’t recite it from memory
because I don’t think about you that much anymore,
not even when I search for my socks in your drawer
or when I put on the scratchy sweaters you give me,
horizontally striped to bring out my eyes?
I don’t remember your eyes
except they are blue.
And I don’t remember you,
not even when I smell cucumber and apple,
not even when I sleep on my side of the bed
or when you walk through the door
happy to see me;
even then I don’t remember you.
Does it matter that I don’t love you?
Would it have mattered if I did?
How about a few one-liners
for the end of days?—
Depression is self-awareness,
which you’d know if you were;
I need Ritalin to listen to you,
Lithium to hug you,
Viagra to feel you,
and Valium to sleep.
All you need
is me standing there, waiting at home
with turns of phrase and word plays
telling you about why I hate Ayn Rand
but want to buy as much as I can
and how I love celebrity gossip
and detest poetry slams
and find rhyming trite
except when I am.
Hypocrites can still be right,
which you do understand
because you nod at my nonsense
about fighting the man.
But now, at the end of all things—
I’m speechless and witless and pointlessly well-read,
and you’re just sitting there, smiling
asking me to pass the bread.

[Verse-1]
I watched you walk by yesterday, and yes again you turned and looked away
You never give me the time of day, and you're always looking sad and grey
A small piece of lace from your pink dress, is all that's left of you and me
Wish I could take back yesterday, when I went astray and set you free
I wish I could find the words to say, instead of making you look away
Oh! It's funny how a little piece of lace, makes me yearn for your embrace
[Verse-2]
I know that I still need your love, because my heart is always feeling blue
And I guess I'll never be the same, for playing around and being untrue
You gotta know this isn't what I wanted, cause now I'm always on my knees
But I can see how you like your freedom, of being with him and not with me
But baby a twist of fate's what tore us apart, and placed this look upon my face
Oh! it's still funny how a little piece of lace, makes me yearn for your embrace
[Chorus]
A piece of lace from your pink dress, keeps putting me down won't let me rest
And these cloudy skies are back today, holding my heart and soul at bay
I pray you come and take this lace, and wipe these tears from my face
Oh! It's funny how a little piece of lace, makes me yearn for your embrace
[Verse-3]
All those things that you used to do, is what made me fall in love with you
You gave me your all once upon a time, but like a fool I up and flew
And the things I went and said that day, made you fade and drift away
I never shoulda treated you that way, cause baby I need you here today
The sun keeps hiding behind the clouds, and all I do is sit and cry
And this piece of lace holds my heart at bay, I don't know...maybe it's a sign
[Chorus]
A piece of lace from your pink dress, keeps putting me down won't let me rest
And these cloudy skies are back today, holding my heart and soul at bay
I pray you come and take this lace, and wipe these tears from my face
Oh! It's funny how a little piece of lace, makes me yearn for your embrace
Oh! It's funny how a little piece of lace, makes me yearn for your embrace

Bob had a special talent
That only worked in his men’s store.
He had ‘clothing ESP’.
He knew what his customers wanted…and more.
When customer would come into his store
Bob would invariably say,
“Hello. I'm Bob. Don’t say a word.
I already know what you need today.”
And he was always right,
Never missed a color, fabric, style or size.
He even knew the necessary alterations.
Customers couldn’t believe their ears and eyes.
Meanwhile, in another part of town,
Joe had a pounding, relentless migraine
For every minute for more than five years,
It had driven him near insane.
He’d lost his job to the pain.
Then, he lost his wife.
He had lost a lot of weight and rarely slept.
Yes, his was a miserable life.
And, of course, sex was out of the question…
Even a little self-abuse.
There was nothing left for Joe but pain.
He felt his life was of no use.
So, Joe went to his doctor.
“Doc, please help me end this pain.
Give me something to make me sleep
And never wake up again.”
“You know I can’t assist your suicide.”,
Then he looked sad, perhaps ashamed.
“I never dreamed it would last five years,
But I know how to end the pain.”
“You can make it go away?!
Tell me, Doc! What’s the word?”
“I’ll have to remove your testicles.”
Was the last thing that Joe heard.
But…when he came to, it struck him.
Sex was out of the question anyway;
But he might enjoy his meals again,
And he could sleep for days.
“Please check me in, Doc.
This opportunity I cannot shirk.”
So, the doctor removed his testicles.
He did his very best work.
A few days later, Joe waddled along,
Headache free and feeling pretty nice;
But every attractive woman he saw
Reminded him of his sacrifice.
He decided it was appropriate
To do something nice for himself for a change.
So, he went into a travel agency;
And a six month cruise he arranged.
As he left the travel agency,
He was excited, feeling ready to go;
But for such a glorious adventure,
He would need new clothes.
As he walked along, he saw Bob’s Men's Store.
He walked in, only to hear Bob say,
“Hello. I’m Bob. Don’t say a word.
I already know what you need today.”
“How could you know?” asked Joe.
“It’s a gift. I don’t know how, but I do.
You’ve suffered five years with an ailment,
Found relief, so now you’re taking a cruise.”
Joe could not believe his ears.
How could this stranger possibly know?
"You're right! That's amazing!
And I'm going to need new clothes."
Bob then laid out a fabulous wardrobe
All the right colors, fabrics, styles…and each size.
Joe was incredibly impressed.
He could hardly believe his ears and eyes.
“How do you like the wardrobe?”
“It’s wonderful!” Bob could see that Joe was pleased.
“Now,” said Bob, “What about undergarments;
You know…shorts and tees?
Let’s see…medium crew neck tees, all cotton.
I believe that you prefer white….
And jockey shorts, all cotton…. 34s.
Yes, I'm sure that’s right.”
Joe beamed, “You’re an amazing talent
And I just this second realized,
You've laid out this entire wardrobe
And only missed one size.”
Bob, surprised by his mistake, asked, “Really?
What did I miss? I did my best for you.”
“Well…you’re right.” said Joe, “I do wear Jockeys,
But…well…I wear 32s.
“Oh, no!” said Bob with an ugly grimace.
“That would be a serious mistake.
Thirty-twos would be too small,
They would cramp your balls.
You’ll get migraine headaches.”

Today I am a grape
Hanging on a vine
Perhaps to be plucked one day
Ending up in someones wine
Maybe I'll be bitter
One of the worst ones you could eat
Or possibly be the most tastey ones
The sweetist of the sweet
I hang with a bunch of others
That I see all through the day
Longing to be anywhere
But there seems to be no way
Seeing alot of other beauties
Farther down the line
Hoping they will notice me
When I'm plump and in my prime
though now the nights are getting colder
Others have begun to all fall down
Bunches of dying grapes
Laying everywhere on the ground
Unable to handle this madness
I'm letting go of this vine tonite
So I won't have to wake to this sadness
That I must see through each days light

A crowded table, all suspended in shock
The sound of the shot dimming to a ‘knock’
Only silence, except for the marching clock
The weapon still smoking; an anonymous glock
WHO KILLED THE EASTER BUNNY?
Loud cries arise from the elongated table,
Jack Frost is shocked, the Tooth Fairy unable
To speak whilst Santa is checking the stable
For clues on the erstwhile maidservant Mable
WHO KILLED THE EASTER BUNNY?
They searched for hours, called in C.S.I,
Panic set in, would the children all cry?
Sandman confirmed the bunny had died
Batman suspected somebody had lied
WHO KILLED THE EASTER BUNNY?
Guests were quizzed, interrogations began
The mystery unfolded when Santa Claus ran,
Grabbing the pies, he tried escaping in a van
But was stopped in his tracks by superman
SANTA KILLED THE EASTER BUNNY!

NO REFILLS---Dr. P. Soupenstein
Rx *7563287 BEC 11/11/11
Seems to me,
what you need
for healing this condition...
is something real
you can feel
to ease this mean affliction
Patient please
accept from me
this poetry prescription:
( )
Take ONE positive poem
Read ORALLY 2 times BY MOUTH -----
Every 4-6 HOURS AS NEEDED for the pain
Blues and belly aches will dissipate
resulting in healthy energy gains
WARNING!!!
-Alcohol may intensify the effect of being drowsy
attempting to read while operating machines...
will cause you to drive lousy.

Each night I groove
Entertain with each move
Dancing on this pole
My assets I extol
Sultry and steamy
Men’s eyes so dreamy
Forgetting their wives
They give me fives
Clenched in my thong
Money doesn’t last long
I return home each night
Leaving men I excite
To find my daughter sleeping
As I begin weeping
I should have learned a trade
That with age wouldn’t fade
With dollars from gazers
I try to raise her
But how long can this last?
Only till my prime has passed
Though I have income now
My looks? A cash cow
As I approach thirty
I feel useless and dirty
No future in this biz
Make the most of what is
I’ll soon be forced out
We’ll learn to live without
Stripping for bucks
Donations they tuck
Until I start to sag
My butt I can wag
But tomorrow, who knows
The bloom will leave this rose
We’ll be out on the streets
When sensuality depletes
*Written for Natalie’s “Burlesque Twist” contest

It’s My Birthday
It’s my birthday… I look out the window there is no one for me owe so, owe so lonely poor me .
It’s my birthday… you surprise me, with a Barber-Q grill with a cooler that chills with a grin we show white grills.
Happy Birthday… it’s my Birthday I am still waiting, it is almost the end of my the day, just waiting on you to wish me a happy birthday which, well make my day.
It’s my birthday…you do not remember that day, can we go out for we can remember that day?
It’s my birthday… I can share it or alone, some share it with a twin, or with a friend and the ones who stay to the ends like a good friend.
It my birthday… its looks like another day to me I just need someone or something to comfort with me a room full of women and with hand full men, a juice in cup, juice in glass, with a sweet lady and grill on cut grass that may make every day feel like my birthday, with a touch of class.
It’s your birthday… it’s your birthday you should all-ways win on your birthday, if do not have a mate you sneak and go on second party date form those who may player hate.
Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday! it comes and go, I see you come through, looking out my window with a hand full company that is what a party really should need, yes it’s sweet, sweet with music and sweet with treats or it must be the money, or food, or brinks, or just me.
Poetry 7/7/12 by author Keith Kadell

Your love pricks me like a rose each thorn grows but no one knows Your so full of
it as it shows so carry on now go on, go. I'm fed up with the phony and i'm
through with the tears, you couldn't pay me all your money to make up for those
years. Someone help me I feel faint how could I think he was such a saint and
worst of all I let me fall into a spiral down below. A magic called love carried
by the dove of someone I use to know.

To know your history is to know your literature a lesson to learn, which will
Stand the test of time and what one founds of their in heritage no matter how enduring and grim it may seem it something you should embrace-
I came from a small city with big roots and routinely I was ask “where are you from”, especially from girls, if it wasn’t that it he thinks he cutie? And I’m asking why I would say something like that. Or He thinks him smart, God!!! I’m just answer the teacher question? But when I got older, older woman told me they probably think that ascent was sexy and I’m thinking where in high school what do they know about sexy? Man is her computer seat warm? America woman I just don’t understand them? I wonder what they do if they heard me speak a few difference language at same time? Thank god I’m quite because it not like they can read my mind. But it got me thinking from and questioning
My Roots-
What I found was the name Borgo had many difference Ethnicity & meaning with it as well as nationalities and that Borgo is Small Island between France and Italy. And if history may not mention it was a Borgia who captured Napoleon? How do I know where did it take place?
BorgoBaby-
No wonder I like Caribbean woman and it is this one that get my heart beat beating up to 400 beats per seconds if that is possible I can’t say it is a forbidden love but what I will say is breaking the ice and melt when think out loud? And yes she knows my name but why ask not why but why are some lyrics so deep my dear? Remember some old friends asking don’t you make beats? As I have some bread and tea.
And that Bourbon is a drink, a Pecan Pie and a Street I’m thinking man if I have girlfriend
What date it would be-
Then I dig deeper and found the prime sources that seem to let to these events the Borgia or borja married into royalty which happen to be Louisa Borgia who married Philp De Bourbon or Philip V of Spain. He was rejected as King Louis legitimate son because born out of wedlock but later accepted but Philp never forgave and where he could have been both king of France and Spain he was just the king of Spain. Question I ask do any one know today the real reason why France has no nationality? Hurtfully to write or hear but i heritage mean full name as should other take to one, I have heard rumors that true bloodlines of nations of Kings that don’t rightfully take the throne it is a reason for that but not my place to say the way history is written is just to say to remember men wrote history but literature holds another tell? Who can tell the differences, but one question for god I always ask
Why so much war my lord, I truly feel like a man without a country and
Just walking away-
I myself never came from money I start literally from nothing but as I got older I was given legitimate connection legitimate ideas and principals and the understanding of wealth but so trying of spending night and days with no day off of a seven day week wonder if I can make those principals work for me as sick as I am there are reason undefined why I do this things and money is not the endorsement my life is more complication then eye may receive to capture but if you listen you learn more than just hand written if you get the drift-
I was never told of my in heritage put as one will it something like a scare or tattoo I had to found to adjust to my nick name is “Jason” but my full name is Louis Antonio Borgo III as I’m about to fall to sleep and lost all aim of conscience I see a email with my full name spell out in Ancestry.com question how did they know I was search for them and if I ever be accepted from this other half as I am a man literally without a country and in love with French woman more than American the phone rings and a woman from Canada called speaking French I drop the phone and finally I fall to sleep and As I sleep dreaming could anyone imagine wanting to go home but where? Remembering the ringing noise of girls ask
” where are you from”...

Our debt’s sixteen trillion going on seventeen
Obama it’s time to think
Better beware coz your new health care
Is putting us on the brink
Our debt’s sixteen trillion going on seventeen
No reading between the lines
We are indebted and surely headed
For a dreadful decline
Totally unprepared are you,
To cut government spending
You’re unfair and narcissistic
With you there’s no happy ending
You need someone older and wiser
Telling you what to do
But seventeen trillion going on eighteen
Is more your cup of brew
-----------------------
I owe sixteen trillion going on seventeen
I know that I’m naïve
Cronies I meet tell me I’m sweet
And willingly we deceive
I owe sixteen trillion going on seventeen
Innocent of why that rose
I think it was Bush giving me dirty looks
My how my nose grows
Totally unprepared am I
To face a world of reality
Crafty and sly and scared am I
If they learn the truth about me
I need someone older and wiser
But don’t tell me what to do
Coz seventeen trillion going on eighteen
Is in store for all of you.
A little parody where 'face the music' meets 'The Sound of Music'

I've got damp on my walls and cobwebs in the hall
got a rat in the kitchen
where the cockroach crawl.
I got holes in my shoes
where my toes peep through
I got a bad case of the poverty blues.
I got a crack in my bathtub and bed bugs in my bed
I got things crawlin through my hair
that make me scratch my head
Got piles of bills collected by my door
the one's I should have paid a year or two or more.
I try to get myself sorted
but always seem to lose
I got a bad case of the poverty blues.
Guitar.
I got trouble in my hovel
and the place could do with a good clean
I may not be superman
but I try the best I can
I just find things so hard to do
Guess I got a bad case of the poverty blues.
Some people call me lazy
but I sure ain't crazy
I;m a man alone in the world what can I do
I got a bad case of the poetry blues.
I'd love to meet a girly
who could cook and clean
with lots of money
so I could live my dreams
one thet would say I do
so I no longer got to sing the poverty blues
say I no longer got to sing the poverty blues uesssssssssssssss.
Peter Dome copyright. 2012.

((Haiku))
Love seems endlessly
Then stalactites stalagmites
Divorce comes for sure
((Limerick))
She walk down the isle smiling in white dress
In the courthouse in black dress, what a mess
Lovers dancing on the sand
Divorce and money in hand
Got her money's worth, who laughs last laughs best
((Couplet))
The guy thinks he can outsmart the girl
The girl knows after divorce she owns his world
~Divorce Club~
Contest for : (Destroyer ((Poet

I remember the days
When I tied my hair in a bun
Or let it blow in the wind
And glisten in the sun
Some women envied me
Others admired while others would stare
And then there were those
That loved to run their fingers through my hair
But now the only hair I have
Is around me bits
If only I could see it
If it wasn’t for my stomach and my manly hanging t-ts
Tears roll from my eyes
As I lay in bed whispering O’Lord
I’m reminded by my bald globe
Squeaking against the headboard
So you may ask me
How do I let my hair down
I pull it off me head
And throw it to the ground

I'm locking up my house, because it's that time for thieves.
I need to Santa proof my place, because It's Christmas Eve.
If he does get in, I'm going to run and hide.
I left out some milk and cookies with rat pellets inside.
While he's eating the cookies and he's starting to sweat.
The reindeer will be caught in security nets.
"I'm sorry boys and girls, but Santa has to retire!"
I'm going to tie him to the tree and set poor Santa on fire.
Then I'm going to take the toys and keep them all to myself.
Even though I've been bad, no coals will be on my shelf.
Merry Christmas to me! This year is going to be grand!
I'll get whatever I want, if Christmas goes as I planned!
Wearing Santa Claus' suite I'll get in houses without keys.
In twenty seven minutes I'll rob twenty seven trees!
So all you little brats, don't you cry and sob.
With the recession and depression, I just needed a job.
A lot of things are going to change, but you all shouldn't be sad.
Now that I'm the new Santa, It doesn't matter who's bad.
I'll use the elves as my slaves and the toys will still come.
Instead of a Nintendo, you'll get a gallon of rum.
Toy guns are for babies, how about the real thing?
A candy neckless won't impress, I'll make sure that it's bling.
You said you wanted a pony? How about a deer that can fly?
No more lousy presents, no more socks, or bad ties.
I'll change...
Wait... Wait a minute... Was that all just a dream?
Why do I only have coal under the tree and in my stocking?
Santa please come back! I promse I'll be better next year!
I promise I'll be good and I'll spred more Christmas cheer!
Did Santa Claus come back? Did he come like I thought he should?
No Santa didn't, but next year I'll be good!
I'll only do what is right, aleast to his satisfaction.
So he comes back to my house, and my plan goes back into action!

Tears for fears.
Tears throughout the years.
Tears that fallen from my peers.
A tear so sincere that will shred us from this dreadful fear.
That someday we all will die.
But have u gotten a slice of that pie.
A pie so delicious u can almost taste.
That u cant let it go to waste.
Maybe next time I'll remember tooth paste.

No party for pity.
Question the absurdity.
Friends, use discretion
if you get an invitation.
It's counterfeit.
Don't believe it.
Don't RSVP,
if you receive it.
Discard immediately. Don't contemplate.
It'll lead you nowhere. Don't save the date.
No early, late, or on time arrivals.
The doorbell is silent.
No lively dinner guests,
dressed in their best.
No hors d'oeuvres served on a fancy plate.
No thought-provoking conversations.
No guestbook to sign.
No vintage wine.
No catered food.
No live music for the mood.
No celebration for pity's pains.
No "congratulations," for complaints.
No party here. Discard the invitation.
Pity's alone, in bitter contemplation.

I said I do,
But believe me I don’t
What I meant is I do
But she says hell you won’t
When I said I do
I didn’t know it meant her way
So I should have said I don’t
On that so called special day
But if I said I don’t
She would have convinced me I do
I should have ran off that day
But me legs won’t go my way
Me tongue betrayed me
When it said I do
Just to find out later
That if I do or won’t or don’t
"I’m dammed if I do"
"And I’m dammed I don’t"

Nothing But Lint
Nothing but lint
in my pocket.
It could be said
that I am skint.
I did have cash
to start the day.
But money,
no sooner earned,
is no sooner spent …
they say.
Now I sit alone
in a diner cafe.
Slowly drinking
one last black coffee.
But hey!
What is that
on the floor?
Near the leg of the table
by the door.
It's a new penny coin
all shiny with glint.
Now there is something
in my pocket … besides lint.

The Gnome was sad he was sitting feeling unloved and alone.
Nobody seemed to notice him now, when they came home.
He once was happy, smiling all day.
As they cam down the path, some even came to play.
His paint was cracked; his fishing rod was broke.
He was so upset he sometimes thought he would choke.
In the dark, dark blackness of this one night,
He heard a whisper and it gave him a fright.
Then again, he felt it didn’t really matter,
He was so sad, he thought his heart would shatter.
Suddenly the whispers grew and came to a stop beside him,
He was whisked away so fast, his rod broke again where it was thin,
All night in a bag sat the poor gnome,
Not really upset that he had been taken from his home.
He sat and waited through the long night
When someone came to him it was broad daylight.
Oh you poor Gnome just look at you,
I’m going to give you new paint and a rod I will glue.
The gnome smiled widely, his picture was taken, and a letter was sent to his owner
Give us the money or you will not see again, this poor sad gnome, that’s a bit of a loner.
They painted him bright it was all good fun
They put him on a shelf with another gnome, a lady one.
Some money arrived to pay the Gnomes ransom,
They wanted him back, now he looked so handsome.
Please don’t return me I was sad and alone, unless you send me with this other gnome.
Ok little Gnome, no ransom was paid for the gnome by your side,
So we’ll put you together and she can be your bride.
The moral of this if you feel stuck and on the shelf
There always someone out but it could be a gnome or an elf.
Don’t rush into something because you are alone
Even though it worked out, for my sad little gnome.

Cough Drops and applesauce
Is what the doctor gave to me
I don't mean to complain
But in my side
I feel a great big pain
And doctors orders I'll oblige
It is bad enough
Every day is getting tough
And now I am just out of luck
Stuck with nothing but a cough
It's been driving me insane
Living here in all this pain
It has made my life a very hard thing
I really don't want to complain
But I've been left out in the pouring rain
And tomorrow is another day
Same to come, same old way

Please remember to remind me
Because sometimes I forget
That I forgot to do something
(How forgetful of me!)
What did I forget, you ask?
Umm, well I guess I for...
Oh, just FORGET THE WHOLE THING!
(Forget what?)
NOW, lets see here...
What WAS the whole thing
That I just told you I forgot to forget?
And by the way...
Just what the heck IS it
That I forgot to forget in the first place?
Have you forgotten to remember to remind me?
(Remind me of what?)
Aha!...you don't remember do you?
You forget who you're dealing with here!
And another thing...
Just who in blazes ARE you dealing with?
You've messed with the wrong person, fella!
I NEVER forget a face!
Apparently you've forgotten
I have the memory of an ele...
By: Um...

There was once upon a time,
Unexpectedly, a very small dime.
He did not do much of anything,
Apart from gazing.
He just stared longingly at the sky,
Counting the clouds that drifted by.
Dear old Dime, not very bright,
He did not shine, not a ray of light.
Dark and rusty,
Old and dirty.
Everyone did not care,
Though they could use him and buy a bear.
They did not want to touch,
This old thing of such.
They did not want to feel.
That sick disgusting bill.
He was old, rusty and dim,
But he hated the way man treated him.

I RUN from FEAR.
I HUNT for FEAR.
I HIDE in FEAR.
I FIGHT cause of FEAR.
I'm FAR from you.
I'm SCARED cause of you.
You're the FEAR that I HUNT.
You're the FEAR that I FIGHT.
You're the FEAR that SCARED me for LIFE.
*Comment if you have any thought and if you like it. oh and some of the poems i write arn't
always my feelings. their some times just to get through other people so they can have
something to read that just fit's them.*
-Angel4eva23

I hit the "delete" key on my keyboard,
but the fool key's not working.
Things are still going haywire
and now the goonies are smirking.
I tried pressing "escape" key,
but crazy things still take place.
There are still events far too nutty
likewise with life's hectic pace.
I tried pressing "control" next,
but the situations really got bad.
That guy chaos soon took over.
I grew more dejected and sad.
My next choice was "back space",
but it too did little good.
I thought if that key didn't function,
then no other key would.
Until I tried "ALt" and "enter"
then for the better things changed.
Life began to"shift" in my favor,
and everything rearranged.
I've learned valuable lessons
at my keyborard today.
There is no escaping my keyboard
when my life goes astray.

Old boozed Willy was hostile and not ready to lose;
a dirty face, a glowing nose...
only a firefighter's water hose
could have put out the heat he had gotten from the booze!
All the boys of Tumbleweed scampered like chased mice
as they saw his bulgy belly hanging from his trousers...
ah, his bad breath had the stench of a piggy;
they yelled angrily, " Go to another town, fatty! "
What was on his hot, red tongue?
The smell of Johnny Walker's whiskey?
They always saw him leaping like a frog...
when he finally got up, he looked so scary!
Who crossed Willy...driving him to drink that poison?
He cussed everyone getting a bit closer to his whiskey,
never did he mess with a chubby, bickering mommy,
who came running,...brandishing a long, black baton!
One noon there was a large rally by his door
to evict him from his bungalow...what was the reaction of Willy?
He brought out a case of expensive whiskey,
and offered them lots of drinks...they drank and felt mellow!
So they kept on drinking the hard liquor...
until it hurt their full, burping beer-bellies,
but one of them quite sober hollered with a stuttering voice,
" Get Willy, he stole all the whiskey from the Happy Hour Bar!
Old boozed Willy was hostile and not ready to lose;
a dirty face, a glowing nose...
only a firefighter's water hose
could have put out the heat he had gotten from the booze!
My comment:
It wasn't fair to chase after Old Willy after
they drank his whiskey, even 'though they found out
it was stolen. They weren't a bit thankful or compassionate,
but drinking it without asking him how he got it,
made them his partners in crime!

My heart...can you find it?
I can't feel it in my chest
Ever since the emotional hit
Leaving me months of unrest
You'll be fine, better luck next time
Every woman looks like the same
Decent hair, poor skin and a sight of breast
Nothing but another bland dame
Why can't I simply just rest?
You'll be fine, better luck next time
Lying alone in bed waiting
my supportive roommates in love surround me
I can't bear the noise as I'm debating
What is next in life for me?
You'll be fine, better luck next time
....oh shut up

angels are sprawled
in the longest reach my children could snow-afford on my former green lawn
over-played carols over-play the car ride to the store, where they will continue
an embarrassment of lights dangle ‘side a staple-holed roof trim
somewhere not ‘nough off too far
there are
yards watching snowmen come and go
behind the windows that hold kitchens
the bills are a pilin’
the car’s in the driveway needing to be plugged in
the mailman’s griping ‘bout the weight of his sack
dropping off cards he’d gladly drag back
the t.v.’s got little relief
there’s a log burning on a 24 hour channel
that someone someday will commercial
the crap out of
office parties forum the drunk, “Here’s what I really think of you…”
spark the short lived, misappropriate romance
the mall cattle call. . . from parking lot to till
warrants wrappings to be hauled away
to some landfill
waiting for Valentine’s Day

"My Big Brother" up and down the street
He could be anyone you meet
Spying on you from the street
Looking in from every beat
"My Big Brother" isn't that sweet
"My Big Brother" and I don't know why
Casting in from above the sky
"My Big Brother" the commie spy
Listening in do or die
Bringing his book in
Taught within
My Big Brother, 1-800-LET-US IN
Caught with paper and a pen
All because, "My Big Brother" let himself in

I bought a burger yesterday
It was very dry like the seagull bay
I pilled a lot of ketchup on it
and still dry it remained
I was very dissappointed
as i look at the dry damned thing
I ran to the toilet
and let out a HUGE
BLEEEEEHHHHHHHHHHH
As chunks of the dry burger fell out of my pie hole
Landing into the toilet
Making dookie plop noizes
I'm done

Shades of color bounce within
Singing their hues dancing in place
Vivid lines colored outside
Rules broken with empty space
A midnights dream heard and seen
Gleaming from the twinkle of a eye
Wings touched flown and plucked
Gliding like a bird up in the sky
Wishes from pennies thrown into tears
The reservoir over flowing with pigments of pain
Drowning from the shadows
The flood paints the day
Words speak volumes of silence hidden
Their sounds blind to what they see
Mirrors of nouns and verbs
Their meaning and secrets lost at sea
Emotions ruled by laws of language
Spelled in boxes of glass
Melted from sands inside
That voices strangle to grasp

I looked out side to find a nice day in the month of May
And was walking in the evening just to say
I almost cried and my hands got cold
And winter month got so bold
It was so frustrating and out of the norm
And each person in their heart had a storm
It's the month of May what the! happen to spring
And my headache began to ring
Most people on the first day of May was so happy
And now they look out on the second day sappy
I just want everyone to know it is May 2, 2013
And nothing should be in between
So pullout your snow shovels in dismay
And things you should know will be okay
So good morning to all and to all a good morning
And I just want you to be out their in a warning
The snow is at six inches and beyond
And you will not see green grass in dawn
I help myself by writing this poem
And I will be staying at home
Crazy the weather became bad in May and nasty
I brought out some of my snack and that was tasty
I just looked outside while I was eating
As the snow kept on beating

Run on the man He is a man who procrasti- nate prolongs the claim of crafti- ness locked with the formal expres- sions Priory pseudoconfusion I digress Run on the man he is a man who's all right in is his on conceits regardless of constitution bill the people as good as pollution featured as depend- able character claims certainly due to omitted clever commend- able like unauthorized to make that judgment who is expendable- You did not make the rules or give so what gives with breaking them when no one is hurt by expressions but when where to their edification Do not live in glass houses and do not throw stones whoever you're a conception

“I can’t remember you, but you are pretty,” said the old man
Tears formed in the eyes of the woman
"Who are you?"
His voice was the grayest of blues
"Are you my new doctor? Or perhaps a nurse?"
Silently, the woman took something out from her purse
The photo was a wedding shot of a young pair
His smile was dimpled and wide, and she had curly hair
The woman handed the photo to the old man
Setting it on his shaky hand
He stared at it long and hard, trying to remember
He looked at the date in the back—the 13th of December
He looked at the woman in sudden surprise
“Marianne!” He cried with joy. “Of course, my wife!”
She left the room without another word
That was the name of his first wife—and she was merely the third

Lost in emotions
Two souls approaching new path
Bitterness adorned
Forgetting love, possibly they shared.
Reasoning on the fights, they had bared.
Manly disfiguring blow.
So possible you know.
Now departing, both no longer paired.
Marriages four, divorced three times now in this life of mine.
If another comes my way, next lover shall be a glass of wine..
For
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We have hot oil in China,
Rising slowly from the ground
There is a deep dense fog hovering round
The air is smokey, so dense it seems green
The sun so hot it's making everyone lean
Curfews so early all think it's obscene
And the hot oil keeps rising, if you know what I mean
Hot oil keeps rising, it doesn't go down
It's been well over a month since it covered the ground
Machinery moves carelessly all through the night
I bothers us so much we boarded up the windows tight
I bought ear plugs but I gave them to my brother Mike
Bells keep bleeping on and off go the lights
So another pair of ear plugs I bought
School won't let me wear them, saying I'll rot
So I decided to grow my hair long
Hide my ear plugs under it all day long
But when I go home at night
And I cover up really tight
And I pray because theres nothing else we can do
Oh hear me Lord, don't let my mother find the ear plugs in my shoe

Shopping Spree
It was a big shop, large as warehouse it sold everything I didn’t need;
and the shop was empty of staff. The thief in my thought: if I had a van
I could back it up to the entrance, take everything in sight drive off
and sell it to retailers who would say when I was caught, we bought his
stuff in good faith. I could make a thousand Euros, but would have to
spend it fast by going to nightclubs and be the big guy paying drinks for
everyone; and beautiful women would fawn over me.
Finally a shop assistant came chewing on a burger and smelling of
fried onions. Asked me what I wanted. “Two batteries for my remote
please.” They cost 67 cent. He didn’t have the three cents so I told him
to make it seventy. This pleased him no end, but having robbed
the shop I could afford to be grand. Coming home the batteries were
not the right sort, but never mind, they could be useful for something
else, say, to run my toy car.

I am an invisible man.
Try and see me if you can.
Shy and quiet I remain alone.
Silent is my voice’s tone
No one can feel my pain and sorrow
As I hide inside of my burrow.
Shadows consume my body and soul
As I embrace the misty cold.
The reason for my unseen being
Lies in the fact I hate being seen.
This life and existence’s of my own choice
And I choose not to have a voice.
I am silent. Invisible. Inexistent.
Yet I am invincible, an immortal being

You think you might be in love.
You think he/her might be in love with you.
You think about a lot of things. Do you really know those things?
You think a lot, you worry a lot.
But do you really HAVE to think or worry about those things?
Or do you WAN'T to think or worry about those things?
Now that there is something to think about.
*please leave a comment if you like it or fav poem if you might*
-Angel4eva23

He was getting old- but he wasn’t cold
He still had that fire burning deep within
And the urge to commit that adulteress sin.
A sub conscious thought to prove that he
Was still the man from many years ago
Because on his face it didn’t show.
When comments are made about
How good he looks for his age
That’s when he’ll climb on stage.
The ego is the downfall of every man
And to prove himself, he’ll take a stand.
How foolish can we men be
And it’s shown throughout history.
Men will always fall under a woman s spell
From that point on, he goes to hell.
Cleopatra queen of the Nile- Sampson and Delilah
Helen of troy-just to name a few
Took down these men, and knew exactly what to do.
When it comes to women “ we are weak”
The sexual fulfillment is what we seek.
Once the sexual desire is satisfied
The man will try to say good-bye.
But he’ll be pulled back into that web of sin
And on the women s face- there is a grin.
It started off when Eve ate the forbidden fruit
And convinced Adam to eat it too.
It has gone on till this present day
What else can I say.
Now these celebrities are in the news
It is not something that they would choose.
Men are building their own web
And when the spider comes “ they are dead”.
Ha-ha- ha- you’ve got to love it!

I bought a new Car of creamy color
after a long time I wished
but needed a an expert driver
Searched and I got an young one
with the grace of God
for a month's trial he was employed
I saw every morning with my smiling eyes
took care of it even my wife cries
because that was my sweet dream car
One day, I am and my driver started
Car was on speed and CD player was on
up wards a hilly top so nice was that spot
Suddenly, heard a sound...drum... Car stopped
for a few seconds our mind was blocked
struck with a big rock seen snub nosed lovely car
I hold my head high to the blue Sky
Thanked God for saving us, loss was no matter
we returned to our home, my wife again cried
Entry: Driving me Crazy
Sponsor: Paula Swanson
Written by: bldevnath
Written on: 06/09/2011

I can't find the sleeping pills tonight.
So, I try to swallow a bottle of vitamins,
But they are so big that I might choke,
And I'm afraid to die.
Every ledge is a spring-board to paradise,
Or a path straight to hell.
Either way, I'm afraid of heights,
And I'm afraid to die.
The end is the edge of a razor blade,
I'm in hot water and, I think of cutting.
But I hate blood and blood clots,
And I'm afraid to die.
I find some rope.
I go to the cellar and hang myself
But, I guess the ceiling isn't high enough,
And I'm afraid to die.
On the platform I wait for a ride to nowhere,
The solution is under the speeding train.
But I stop thinking because I'm scared --
And I'm afraid to die.
Either way, I am a coward:
Too scared to live,
Too scared to die.
But in my dreams I am a hero
Whose death seems to faze all,
But affect none.

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more stormy and less temperate.
Rough winds do shake our fragile bonds of May,
And summer's temper hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot your sweat does shine,
And often is your beauty dimmed;
And every handsome man you do decline,
by chance, they leave chest hair untrimmed.
Part 2 Variation
Shall I compare thee to a winter’s day?
Thou art as stormy and as cold
And do leave me longing for May
And winter’s temper too long showed
Sometime too cold yours eyes shine GREY

He always leaves a coffee ring that makes me so sad because it reminds me I've trained him so bad.
He always leaves the seat up that makes me so sad I have really trained this guy so bad.
But I have trained this guy well in one places lets just say, AS we our always running out of the little blue pill anyway.

Rubber lover, Zipperella,
is not a brother or a fella.
He has false tits and kitten heels,
not a chest and ankles made of steel
His spiky rubber bag is old,
cleverly patched with a Marigold.
It’s been so long since he wore cotton,
and only zips, never a button
Zippy is a Tube commuter,
six foot tall in his Transmuters.
Lots of people stop and stare,
even more when he had pink hair.
Being a girl was such hard work,
every day another jerk!
Better to dye it back to brown,
play his fetish lifestyle down.
A little less attention is better,
when all he wants is bread n butter
Down to his local corner shop,
in skin tight leggings and a belly top.
He could blend if he wore a sweater,
or maybe brown corduroys would be better.
That’s what a woman would ask,
it had happened in ZIppy's past.
He’d had a wife who he'd loved dearly,
but she couldn't understand him...clearly.
Take off that dress, put on some trousers!
What about mother, think of the neighbors!
It went on like that for years,
lots of heartache, floods of tears.
Even though she was his lover,
he felt like they didn't know each other.
Then on a bight and sunny morning,
came the last, the ultimate warning,
‘Zippy, I want you as a man;
you’re turning me into a lesbian!’
He was forced to wisely choose,
the rubber-wear would surly loose.
He had made his vowels for life,
how could he just leave his (darling) wife?
The only decent thing to do,
was to be loyal, to be true.
But then depression set right in,
when all his beloved rubber was thrown in the bin!
Time stood still for a couple of years,
lots more heart ache, stress and fears.
For he missed rubber in his (now) sad life,
more than he would miss his nagging (dear) wife.
This could not go on forever,
he needed a friend not a jealous lover.
Maybe she didn't’t like his feminine side,
but Zippy loved dear Zipperella with pride.
So one sad day they said goodbye,
with no questioning or reasoning why.
It was how it was meant to be,
she was free, and so was SHE!
Alone again but not as much,
much more honest, much more in trust.
For Zipperella loves all things feminine,
now the woman he holds dearest lives within…him.
(Author Notes
fella: man
Marigold: washing up gloves
Tube: london underground
Transmuters: a brand of boots with frankenstein style heels with big studs)

People smoke weed, or crack to ignore problems and laugh hysterically,
coffee is my drug, it's my quick pick-me-up...I say it so proudly,
because it won't harm me, hallucinate me or make me feel afraid;
I will be alive tomorrow, not crash into into a lamppost as Freddy did.
I lived through the Hippie Era: bell-bottoms...long, frizzy hair
and funny clothes the kind that clowns wear,
no offense to those who thought they were cool;
it's my opinion, not of that guy who didn't see himself as a fool!
I had no time to protest, or vindicate the Vietnam War as Omar;
off I went to work each morning as hippies hung out by a bar
shouting at me, " Kid, stay alive...don't ever go to war! "
They ran and screamed, knocking down police barricades...horror!

The person in the Victorian mirror
Is getting fat and bald
Spots appear
Where there was once perfection
Inches of height disappear
From those on the drivers license
He has gone from someone
To someone else
Approaching no one
Hunched over
And shuffling somewhat
When he walks
He dresses up in his finest old cloths
Each dark night
And goes out
Hoping to get laid

Down the street there was a man killed today,
In this house a little boy ran away,
A funny world we live in?
In this alley a gang raped a young teen,
Down this walk way,people never heard the scream,
A funny world we live in?
Under this cardboard a Vietnam vet sleeps,
Down this road a crazed killer creeps,
A funny world we live in?
In this bed a child is born this day,
Do you want him to grow in a world this way?
Not a funny world we live in?

Jeremy Zink
You make me need to see my shrink
All I do is stop and think
What is love?
Is it sent from above
Or some cruel torturous game
Meant to drive you insane
The question is, will it all work out in the end?
Or will I need to find love around another bend
In the road
Will I have to kiss another toad?
Before I find Mr. Right
And I won't be finding him at the bar tonight
That is all too clear...
He, certainly won't be my "honey dear"
But never fear
I'm sure he'll come here
Some day
Some way
Oh, hopefully love will be here to stay
Oh, and by the way
The address to my heart is 65 Baron
But he needn't be a Duke or Earl if you are carin
He just needs to be sweet, honest and kind
And in faithfulness know how to mind
Hopefully he isn't too far behind
And I don't have too long to wait
Hopefully, he is champin at the bit, and coming through my gate
So, if you are out there boy
Hurry it along!
Come on strong
And Christine is the name
I'm the only p..y you need to tame
This may sound rather lame
But I'm really quite serious
Even if it sounds rather delirious

I love my son he's always chipper
he's my scallywag and I'm the skipper
and the apple does'nt fall far from the tree
he's menatly challenged just like me!
and even though his dad's a zero
"hey dad your my hero!"
having fun is all he's wishing
"hey dad ya wanna go fishin?"
lost the house a home we have not
"hey dad looky what I caught!"
no business financal ruin we sank
"aww dad you can have my piggy bank"
rich kids need toys to have fun
"love you dad!" "love you son!"
think no toys would make him sad?
such a good boy "your the best dad!"
now I know I won't always live forever
"hey dad we always be together?"
"no worries son just stay chipper
you'll have your own scallywag and you'll be the skipper!"
by Captain Mike Harris and his son

I'm done with the worrying
I'm done with the sorrow
I'm done anticipating a change
Hoping for it to come tomorrow
I'm done with this back and forth bickering
Let's just end this constant quarrel
This won't hurt me much
I won't break down and crumble like a tower
Because I didn't fully give you my heart
It was just loaned to you temporarily to borrow
When I walk out your life
I don't expect you to follow
I don't really expect much at all from you
When I tell you I'm leaving
I'll probably just get an 'Oh'
I know you could care less what i'm thinking
Or where I plan to go
If you happen to ask me to stay
I would definitly say 'No!'
Tell me anything about what your plans are
And I guarantee i'd say 'So!'
So go out and party
Have fun hooking up with all your little hoe's
Because you brought nothing but headache's to me
Being with you, brought me to my lowest low
I made myself a promise never to devalue my worth ever again
By being with the wrong bo
I'm worth so much more than you probably even care to know

Goodbye Fall with all the auburn leaves of the reddest sunset,
goodbye crackling path where I met the last songbirds,
whose melody accompained me to winter's doors;
and with deep sadness I kept on looking back.
Welcome gloomy winter with short afternoons and long evenings;
watching the advancing shadows and loudly hearing
the furious sound of the squall rampaging the stately trees,
and making them weep when the icy rain comes down with lightining.
Sitting in a rattling, rocking chair, I peruse through pages of sunny places afar,
forgetting the dreariness of this frigid season and be consoled by a warm fire;
and still nostalgia abounds...thinking of the pleasant strolls of a past season,
which thrilled me with its colors, and through delight I justified my reason.
O winter, don't linger as you always have...shorten your stay, avoid foul play;
and could I ever stand a pale sun, hardly giving off with its luminiscence,
in this house hidden among the maples and the pines of a squalid valley?
Old winter, don't mislead me with days without snow...that's utter pretense!
Goodbye explorer fedora hat keeping my dreamer's head cool,
sparing my skin another ugly wrinkle, allowing late beauty to rule;
goodbye iced coffee sipped from my Big Apple plastic cup,
which I bought along Fifth Avenue in a crowded, variety shop.
Ummerciful winter, pity the desperate state I am in,
reduce the wrath of your devastation, step inside and to tell me your amazing tales...
hoping that I will write them down for everyone to read and enjoy for immortal ages;
relentless winter, reduce the dreariness of this frigid season.
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

I woke up this morning rolled over in bed
It was the weekend by the way
I knew right off by the mood I was in
That this would be a blue day
The sun was shinning cheerily
There wasn’t a cloud in the sky
Why I was grumpy, I’ll never know
I will never know just why
When the day is blue, I’m not talking about the color
But the mood that I’m in instead
There is no food that will comfort me
When I get up this way out of bed
I was having a good hair day my teeth seemed extra white
But I thought I looked like a big blob
I got even grumpier when I was by myself
After my husband left for his job
I hate having days that are like this
The days that are oh so blue
I’m mean to myself and everyone else
Antidepressants are way past due!

Seeds of pomegranate
in my belly
This girl wonders how much of her
Is alive
above ground
Or circling Cerebus
as he chases his tail
(If u r stuck in a dream then aren't u only half living?)
I live with eyes wide open
The Gorgon's stare does not deter
We use people as tarot cards
to guide our destiny
Entrails are likely more reliable

Incited by her Allure Sensuelle...
a vulnerable man is noticed by all.
Quite by nature, I rarely frequent clubs...
loud music turns me into a demon from hell.
She brought me so many Martinis on the Rocks...
I drank them too quickly and took a bad fall.
The spell in the potion must have acted too slowly...
I showed her respect, but she became too sensual.
Discovering the foul play, I was dismayed by her madnesss...
she left in a hurry and disappeared down the crowded hall.
Entered in Jared Pickett's contest, " The Ghazal "

Stay away from me if you can
If not you may have to cry for long hours
That's what happened to the girls
Who ever loved me somehow
Pretty young faces were my weakness
I found it hard to stick with a single one
I had several at the same time
Sometimes I doubted to pick the right one
I never had anyone who was ever
Really devoted to me completely
It may be the reason why I had confusion
I even losed faith in Love many times
I tried to keep distance from the girls
Temptations comes more and more then
I don't have enough self control
I fall and it makes both sides cry
Is it what my real destiny ?
Then I want to fight with it
I don't want to be a loser
I am willing to change myself for a victory

This year I won't write Santa,
Instead I'll write the President.
I won't forget to five-space indent,
Or write, Sincerely, George; from Atlanta.
I hope he reads all his notes, like Santa,
For at Christmas, he takes time to listen.
To a little boy that feels so sad,
Because all year he've missed his dad.
My dad is quite a brave man,
To go and serve in foreign lands.
Mom says, I must be real strong,
A sad letter to the President would be wrong.
My mom is always right,
Though, I must write to him this night.
I won't write a sad letter to him at all,
I'll write, "hope you have a ball."
I know he'll spend time with his dad,
His dad must be really proud and glad.
He'll have all his love ones with him,
"Ho-Ho, Merry Christmas to all of them."

I should have keep you
In a floppy disc or in a CD
It was my mistake
I kept you in the hard drive
It may be the reason
It is hard for me to forget you
You occupy a major portion
In the hard drive of my mind
I shouldn't have that serious
Then I wouldn't have cry like this
But it happened and I am helpless
I can't do anything to change it anyway
I tried to erase you from my mind
I found it very hard to do it
You spread all over me like a virus
I may need a overhaul clean-up
Time is the best medicine
To cure this kind of illness
Move away is another option
Some may say it is coward's behavior
I should do something very soon
It is really bothering me a lot
I am thinking of many options
I hope that I will find the right solution

American duo great humorists by far
A famous act of our cinema history
Hal Roach's most lucrative comedy stars
Revived on our T.V's in movies or mysteries
In Loving Memory Of
Laurel And Hardy
Thanks Again To
Sir Joseph Spence
Epitaph is a commemorative poem inscribed on a tombstone or mortuary
monument written in praise of a deceased person. Generally, epitaphs are
small poems with rhyming lines written in reflection of the deceased person’s
life. They are not always somber and some are very humorous and witty.

It’s Magic!
FOR MY NEXT TRICK,
I’ll take away what is making
Everyone sick around here.
I’ve been hired by BP to
make the oil spill magically disappear.
Hocus pocus! Abracadabra!
Here take this pill,
wear this amulet spelling
ABRACADABRA to ward off this disease,
and put on these rose-colored glasses.
That black splat out
there is just whack!
According to BP,
It’s really just a
big blob of bird crap!
CATCH PHRASE POEM ENTRY

Thanks heart I got your gift
It came through the blood stream
It wasn’t the usual none sense it was wrapped real neat
I gave it a shake and wondered what it could be
And then I remembered the restraining order
It wasn’t going to be a present was it?
Look I am sorry things didn’t work out with her
But you can’t blame me I just call the shots
Its difficult, under pressure I just do what I thinks right
Could you please arrange for this bomb to be returned?
I would do this myself but I have my hands full
I have been trying to stop this bloke ending it all

I’m walking backwards to Christmas, he sang,
Across the Irish Sea, he added;
In his head the wires disconnected to fuses
Blowing and smoking through serotonin drought;
Genius rubbed nerves with scouring pads,
Scrubbing the cells with black paint and cactus juice;
The deserts of chemical oblivion swept forever,
Jostling triptizol clouds and white lightning,
Bi-polar expresses careering off tracks,
Boxcars of words exploding in half-scripted fragments,
Filling the green-walled ward with deranged laughter.
“Captain.”
“Yes, Private?”
“Some bad news and some good news.”
“What is it?”
“Well, the Indians have captured the fort,
burned it to the ground, killed all the men,
raped all the women and killed them too.”
“And the good news?”
“They spared your wife.”
“Damn, never did like them Indians much.”
The crystal sets erupt hysterically nationwide,
Tears run, spilling down cheeks, bodies convulsing,
As the currents make him convulse;
And the pioneer of the alternative, crusader of the ludicrous insane,
The straight-jacketed genius of the airwaves
Continues to sing:
I’m walking backwards to Christmas, he sings,
Across the Irish Sea, he adds.

We ****ed everywhere but the bed.
My favourite being the bonnet of your car,
inside our limbs were spun in misdirection
Outside be better my words etched by breath into the window
you dressed, I dared just my wellies,
the cows watched with television stares.
So surreal was the icy darkness
as you lay my back upon your metal bed,
thirsty for flesh
vision tinged, infinity stars plunging high.
Driving back along the bumpy lane
Was alright wont it utter yes
I do wonder if I could lay my head upon
a pillow in lust.

Welcome onboard
I don’t care to read of other people dreams it has nothing to do with
me, so I will tell you a real story. The day after my anniversary I walked
along the docks of Faro saw a sign, a cargo ship needed a chief steward.
I walked up the gangway, spoke to the captain and got the job.
On deck when the provision arrived; I was in charge just like before.
The captain came he looked baffled; according to my passport I was 73
and far too old to join a ship. The master thanked me, getting victuals
onboard signing for them and getting the food stuff safely stored.
The ship left without me but her captain saluted me, it was raining no
one saw my tears. Whatever I do these days even driving a car there are
people telling me I’m too old. Yet in Japan their oldest porno star, a man
of 77 and still working, so why will they not let me go back to sea again?

my earliest memory is when I was three
for I tried to run away from home you see
my sisters used to call me names and tease
laugh at me if I fell on my knees
they thought it was funny picking on someone small
but I did not see the funny side at all
but these painful childhood memories I choose not to recall
as if they never happeend at all
I forgive you and I forget
and my birth I do not regret
so it does not matter what they said or did
for back then they were just a kid
God has a purpose for me
His true Love set me free from thee
so I forgive all the things that you do
and may peace always be with you.
inspired by Danielle Whites' my earliest memory contest.

I'll miss you at night,
and even through the day,
I'll miss you when I read a book,
and sometimes when I see a play,
I'll miss you whenever I can't think of what to say,
I'll miss you because you're sweet,
and always full of joy,
I'll miss the way you inspire me to write a funny poem,
I'll miss you when you're gone,
and not here anymore,
Most of all I'll miss you a lot,
and that's what this poem is for

we are set for the battle of our lives
one which we may not survive
we now have a look at our foes
ready to snap their arrows go
oh! oh! they are our leaders
our own revered rulers
who sent us out to fight
shoot at us with all their might
ten dozen arrows whizz, then countless others
we increasingly lose our brothers
oh! our leaders, callous proselytes
killing us in a war they made us fight

When one begins
and picks up the controller
he hopes he wins
but most become bipolar.
they think they are the best
they hope and pray,
that they are better then the rest
but most are in disarray.
they continue for hours
doing nothing but staring
but what it does is devours
while they sit there swearing.

I wrote this corny little poem
But I wrote it just for you
So you can always read it
Whenever you’re sad or blue
The words may sound a little silly
`Cuz baby I ain’t that smart
But you can always rest assure
They came from my loving heart
So keep this poem beside you
And whenever you’re sad or blue
All you do is read the words
And know
I LOVE YOU

I guess it was time to put it to rest
Tho still a beauty it is
For it was one of the best.
A Lincoln Town Car
Many may not know
Will go forever
As their legend is told.
It traveled many miles
Many more than probably it should
Matter of fact 496000
Almost half a million
To be exact.
But it is at rest now
For it finally laid down
It left me just alittle ways
Out of our home town.
With this many miles
It had a right to be tired
Sometimes I too feel
Like my Lincoln
And want to retire.

The first time I saw you,
In that little brown car,
To be honest,
I didn't think it would get you very far.
But you were just so proud,
And I didn't want to be mean,
The fact of the matter is,
I just didn't like the dumb thing.
It wasn't 'cuz it was a Toyota,
Or the fact that it was old,
But you were driving way too fast...
Or so I was told.
Then one day you showed up,
And said the car had rolled.
It really freaked me out,
And it really made me think,
What if something happened, and he was gone in a blink?
Then finally I realized,
That you would be alright,
'cuz I hoped and prayed to God,
To watch you every night.
You started leaving your car,
So you could stay a little longer,
Then I began to like your "Turd-mobile"
And my love for you grew stronger.
You started coming every day,
The funniest thing though I thought,
Was that parts of your car fell in my driveway,
And now half your car I've got.
But then you sold your little car,
It's down by Maplewood Lake,
And now I miss seeing your car,
In the morning when I wait,
for the bus to come and pick me up,
And take me to the school.
But now that we're apart,
That little car is locked up,
In a small room in my heart.
I'd do anything to have it,
In my driveway again someday,
And to have you love me once again,
In the very same way.

Too young to leap
Too old to dream
He bears nobody to ponder
But musters a blissful insight
A freelance in a broad daylight
Though, faceless when Emerged
Chanting hilariously at people who stared
Even though time has weared away his pride
You seldom hear him cry
With head buried in the sky; he lingers on
carrying ample of unquestionable cruds
And when he smiles, he raised his noxious lips slantly
Revealing the cynically coloured teeth to
his scurring espionage
Nevertheless getting glibs from retinue of seeming retards
All around the suburbs

you a sorry piss poor of a man
you been around the block
you even slept with my friend
i dont see
why you cant get it right
you come in-late at night
we start to-fuss and fight
youre not actin right
you a sorry piss poor of a man
you been around the block
you even slept with my friend
im the kind -
who speaks her mind
boy you wasting my time
i think you should leave
cuz you keep hurting me
plz dont testify
dont wanna here no lies
you can not change my mind
you wasting your time
you a sorry piss poor of a man
you been around the block
you even slept with my friend
repeat2x:
i guess you cant
get it right
you will never
get it right
all i asked of you
was to treat me right
breakdown:
you slept around
"back then"
you even slept
"with my friend"
youre trifflin
"to the end"
you and me
"never again"
you never payed a bill
never asked how i feel
you never payed attention
never take time to listen
you a sorry piss poor of a man
you been around the block
you even slept with my friend
you think
you got it like that
when in fact it's not like that
you need to step on back
listen to all these facts
you a sorry piss poor of a man
you been around the block
you even slept with my friend
"friend"
repeat2x:

I Hope it Rains…
I Hope it Thunders with Lightning
I Hope The Wind Kicks-Up, ‘til its Frightening
I Hope There’s a Hurricane Sighting…
‘Cause, that’s How I Feel, Right Now
‘Cause You’re Leaving Me Anyhow
After All the Love I Gave to You…
… Now, I can’t even Talk to You
… I Hope It Rains…
I Hope it Snows…
I Hope an Ice-Berg - Breaks Your Back at the Door
I Hope a Blizzard - Buries You… Ice-Age-Slow
I Hope an Avalanche ‘Catch ya’, as You Go…
‘Cause, that’s How I Feel, Right Now
‘Cause You’re Leaving Me Anyhow
After All The Love I Gave to You…
Now, I can’t even Reason with You
… I Hope It Snows…
… This is The Fury, of a Woman Scorned
… if I had my way… You’d Never Been Born !
… I Hope It Storms…
I Hope it Hails…
I Hope it Hits You in the Head and Beats You Down
I Hope it Crushes Your Heart and Dreams – All Around !
I Hope it Knocks Your Suitcase and Soul, to the Ground
… Honey … I Hope You Never Make it to Town…
‘Cause that’s How I Feel, Right Now
‘Cause You’re Leaving Me Anyhow
After All The Love I Gave to You…
Now, I can’t even Hold Onto You
… Look – Here Comes The Rain
… Here Comes The Rain…
I Hope The Clouds – Start Fighting
I Hope the Air – Starts Biting
I Hope You’re in a Tornado and It Starts Tightening
… I Hope it Floods Out There – ‘til You Look Like A Viking !
… Here Comes The Rain … Here Comes The Rain

It's funny, you know?
How this entire thing started...
Boy meets girl, they're from two different worlds,
Boy miraculously proves himself:
They end up together
The funny thing is, did we really have a choice?
Same classes, close lockers, same homerooms,
Sometimes I feel this was forced,
But not in the beginning,
In the beginning it was beautiful
It was funny how it started, you know?
He treasured her, loved and respected her,
She felt special, wanted, and cared for,
He tells her that she's beautiful,
He tells her that he loves her
It's funny how we grew on each other, right?
From online conversations to midnight visits,
How hugs were exchanged for kisses,
And kisses yielded love,
In the beginning it was beautiful
The funny thing is how time changes things
How infatuation can grow to love, passion, obsession
How he, who used to stare at her,
Now doesn't spare a wayward glance,
Doesn't tell her that she's beautiful
It's funny how you never really know someone,
That is, until you've spent a lot of time together
But Boy and Girl couldn't get enough,
They were so intense and electrifying
In the beginning it was beautiful
It's funny how he used to talk to her,
With such care and measured voices,
Being sure not to offend, hurt, or disrespect
How he used to treat her as if she'd disappear,
He doesn't talk to her the same
It's funny how she just takes it,
She's never taken disrespect from anyone,
But her love of his past is strong,
And her excuses made for him surpass it all
She feels unappreciated
It's funny how he used to touch her,
With such gentle, tender fingers,
Caressing her side and brushing the hair from her face,
Now fingers are lustful, and a lover's tongue is at her side
He is changing
It's funny how he used to play for her,
Just to see a smile graze her lips,
Just to see the stars dance in her eyes,
To feel the warmth of her skin on his arm,
Now he is changing
His voice is viced; his touch, transparent;
His gaze, a once over; his reverence, indifferent;
His melodies, silent; his kiss, shallow;
His love, unproved;
Now he is changing.

It is not just a game
you don't play it for fun
it consumes all even your name
but don't be fooled this is no pun.
you sit there shooting
they try and shoot back
you continue your alluding
they die and then hit the sack.
you sit there in contempt
talking trash to all that was matched
thinking your that time was well spent
then all you see is yourself unattached.

I couldn’t wait to eat lunch with you tomorrow
But now my heart is filled with sorrow
The world has violently taken you away
I watched as you crashed to the stairwell floor
As your innards were sprawled all over the tile
The red stain will remind me of this cursed night
The night your life was ended
I just wish our time together wasn’t so brief
It is filling me with grief,
As I think of the memories we will never be able to share
I can barely take the thought of you not being there,
When I awake in the morning
So I will stand here in mourning
I will grieve over this world’s loss of ageless beauty
I will grieve over my loss of the one I dreamt of tasting in sweet bliss
I will grieve over you, the one I am sorely missing
I just wish I knew “why?”
Why cruel world?! Why?!
What did my sandwich ever do to deserve to die?

He eats
Never pays
He sleeps
Never pays
Life is good on his side of the boat
He speaks
Pays no phone bill
He bathes
Buys no soap
Smells good
Buys no colonge
Calls the place he lays his head home
Never thanks anyone for what he given
In his mind it's owed for being born
He leaves many people scorn
Relationships torn
First to eat and last to clean
A bully
Future jailburg
NO ONE SHOULD GET A FREE RIDE!

Bull Rider of Day and Night
Sperm of Population, Home of Insomnia
Place of Yellow Cabs and Nation's NASDAQ's Business
Highlife, Loud, Crime
City of making it Big:
When I am there I am told that you are strong, for I have seen NYPD Blue sirens
everywhere, catching what might harm you or me.
I see the night approach as to cover me with blindness: Yeah in my mind crime
might come for me.
Yet you are a Big Apple, and that apples are good for me: yet you are the Big
Apple that has so much poison.
Is there away for me to escape the worm that may make me sick, and bite into a
better Big Apple:
I feel confined like I am in a box with no way out I need my South for comfort,
High Sky Scrapers with flashy lights like among Las Veges show lights, you look
Bold,and are in an A class line:
Tough as steel like Philadelphia's Arch, Sneaky as a King Cobra,
Open Arms,
Wonderful Shops,
Havoc Traffic,
Block Parties,
Big Bridges, Little Bridges, Over Rises,
Mostly clear starynites, like bling bling earrings, shine like high beams on a car.
Moments of terrible Migraines of the city with too many lights.
Land of many possibilities of many jobs and Famous Celebrities.
Hooray!!!!
Wonderful Place of Famous Baseball Teams, Snowy Winters, Homeless people
Begging, Home of Greed to the Bull Rider, of Day and Night, Sperm of
Population, Home of Insomnia and Place of Yellow Cabs, and Nations.

so i have the farts , the farts i say
big one little one , won't go away.
nasty farts smelly farts , i have the farts
in my sharts...i say my sharts
cuz it rhymes with farts instead of shorts
which i guess rhymes in sorts
with my nasty little port .
my _ss my _ss, it burns from the gas.
the gas it stinks , the gas turns to shats
i shat my sharts , i did i did.
i shat in the floor i shat in my bid.
i say bid cuz it rhymes with did. i pay
respects to the porcelain god , i pray
i spray , i shat , i moan , today..
tomorrow i sh_t and groan to my dismay.
it hurt , it hurt , it stank like hell
held my nose , couldn't stand the smell
it stank , it was rank ..really bad
it hurt my feelings and made me mad
so sad so sad i really am sad
for all that sh_t i had to shad.
i say shad cuz it rhymes with sad
since it ran in my jeans , i guess i'll blame dad.

Oh muffin they say
suck it up princess
not knowing I'm a drama queen
they tell me happily
Life isnt fair
Gag me with a spoon already
look at your sense of humor i get attacked with
at dirst caked with love
and then if i protest a fetish
and not interested in having
some weirdo have his way with me
the comedians i want to see go belly up
break a leg and go on
and i pray for the curtain to fall
and the sweat beads
then pour
and the tears
of rage and anger
and confusion
will later fall from my face
with a sad realisation
Here it is funny man
witness your joke
I'm actually dressed up in suicide
I'm actually on antipsychotics and antidepressants that aren't working
and that ledge you think is funny for me to be on
your pushing me off of
HA HA HA HA HA HA HA
sarcastic loud slow laugh in youre face
its not funny unless you meatphorically draw blood
and someone hysterically ends up in tyhe emergency room
its not amusing unless your better than me
even if behind close doors you admit to all sorts of insanity
and thats the sad reason I've spent thousands of salty teras with my head in my
hands
saying god is cruel

Struggling with the jar of sauce
I remember with a flick of a wrist you got it off
But things are different nowadays
Oh hell I didn't want spaghetti any ways
I am making it on my own!
Flat tires and a car that won't start
I remember how you could fix it all
Now it?s Triple A and a 30-minute wait
Guess I really don't mind being late
I am making it on my own!
Down for the count, in bed with the flu
I remember you taking care of the important things
So I pop a few pills for my aching head
And drag my sorry butt out of bed
I am making it on my own!
The drip drip drip of the leaky faucet
I remember you were the washer king
Pipe wrench and repair kit still in the drawer
Guess it can wait just a few days more
I am making it on my own!
Thunder and lightening, a cold rainy night
I remember hot chocolate and sitting by the fire
So I boil some water and turn up the heat
Grab an extra blanket and put socks on my feet
I am making it on my own!
But when I am overcome with loneliness
And just want someone to hold
An empty bed and a memory just won't do
I need to hear that sweet "Goodnight I love you"
I don't like making it on my own.!

Dislike
Idislike this long hike, on this rusty old bike
I sick of this
I dislike these training wheels, all these hills
To many pills
meth kills , over due bills
Every friend i have steels
too many pills
tooth decay, so the dentist drills
cavity fills
all these deals
scatter brained, and bong water spills
take a brake, give back what you take
your a fake
my mistake
your self you make
stay awake
stay awake
piece of cake heart brake the more I give the more you take
I draw a blank
empty tank
too many pills over due bills everyone I know deals
and Im trapped

The darkened city
fades in the background
just like you wished your feelings would
It’s been a long year
longer than you’d like to live
It’s hard to forget
how things were
just a few months ago
And it’s hard to remember
how things were before
It’s funny how
how quickly people change
It’s funny how
how quickly she could change
And it’s funny how
how things never stay the same
And it’s funny how
She promised Heaven
but gave as much Hell as she could
Finally woke up
to see the stinging truth
To see the lies
in her empty smiles
Finally woke up
to hear the burning truth
To hear the emptiness
in her “I love you”s
Finally woke up
to feel the death she dealt
To feel the coldness in her heart
The new year is coming
but will this one finally become the past?
A would-be anniversary
spent in nostalgia and depression
Amnesia is a blessing
you would gladly accept
to escape this fate
You’d trade a fortune
to erase the misfortune
she gave to you
You’d trade a fortune
to erase the time
she spent with you
You’d trade a fortune
to have her fall in love with you
like you thought she did before
But she’s long gone
and fading behind you
She’s in the city
but she’s still on your mind
If you could just leave your thoughts
in her apartment
you surely would
For now it’s so long bittersweet city of pain
Maybe you’ll be back
when all your thoughts of her
have been washed away with the rain

! lock ! bloody murder
! me ! for sale / every picture with her face was
! up ! lost, almost as if she never
existed. tomorrow's possibilities -- give hint what will
crystal ball : happen?
: explosion. / weary & numb the legs buckle,
suddenly acknowledging the science of gravitational pull-
being so used to boundariless ___________ strolls through
CREATION
& god said let there be
light! (anticipated goodness)
you have been mistaken, ; taken what was once pure & let it
f (ast carried the word of redemption, licked it all up)
a (nd spit it back out, realizing time as a game that couldn't)
l (ast. we may try, we may have something good somewhere inside us-)
l (o & behold the constructed anatomy, given everything but what was)
i need you the most right now! have needed you, will need you
\ until the day i have you /
.
New breath & New beginnings, let's pretend as if we've never met :
hello. how are you? fab.
hi. great, you? -the problem is
that i know better than
to believe you.
-Euphoria is illegal. Suspicions were aroused earlier today as a
minor was seen carrying a smile. Investigations will proceed shortly.-

You were my hero. I thought as long as I had you by my side, I could do anything.
Then slowly I realized I lost myself in the storm. You took over, there was nothing
left of who I use to be. I slowly left everybody that matter to me. I thought you were
more important than anybody. I was willing to give you anything and I did. I gave
you my life. You may not realize it, but I did. I know now that there will never be me
again. I let you use me against myself. I told you my secrets and my fears and
you use them against me. The funny thing is even though all the signs were
there I would not’t believe it. I thought it was everyone else’s fault. I thought you
will never hurt me. I thought you will protect me from everything. You said you love
me and you would not’t let anything happen to me. You said that as long as I
stayed by your side and love you, that nothing bad will ever happen. I did
everything you told me, yet now I know that all you said were lies. I lay here on the
floor bleeding from my wrist. Slowly everything is disappearing. The funny thing is
I don’t believe I’m dying. I believe is just another door closing. My life had been
over long before the blood ever hit the floor. My life was over the moment I let you
take over me. All this now is just the proof to what was already been there. My last
words to you are, did you appreciate the gift I gave you that I never was able to
take back.

The funny thing about love is
In order to receive it
You have to hurt someone to get it in return
Isn't it funny how you give your heart away
And you give it your all,
But you don't receive that same love
The funny thing about love
Is another can come into the picture
And hurt you, break your heart
Into a million pieces
But you give that person love, love, love
Do I have to treat you the same
To get the love that you claim?